It's maddening, this time of year. I love it and in return, it hurts me.
Last year, the autumn took my dog. This year, it took my heart.
My grief seems bottomless but- look- the beauty of the world- that "certain slant of light" at dawn, at twilight- and the smell of woods fermenting. Maybe autumn isn't so cruel. Maybe it's the right time for loss since the season is so soothing.
Time to clean house... put things away... make things right.
And at the core, there's gratitude.
~ Above: Migration by Roi James, whose landscapes break my heart ~
Thursday, November 22, 2007
at 10:53 AM